The street was quiet, a simple newspaper brushing through the news paper. Two human based fusions hung in one spot. "I could really go for shooting something right now." The boy fusion mumbled. The girl looked over at him," You wanna shoot everything." grinning. He looked over,"Of course not you." walking over and putting his arms around her. The two made a fusion kiss, bubbles in their face popping and feeling warm. A gunshot was heard, the girl's head exploding into ooze, melting. The boy's eyes widened and looked over where the sound was, his head exploding in the process. Here was our known boy, Mike. He was 18, matured and pretty much looking for anything to do in this destroyed world.
Mike stood over the two dead fusions, spitting on one. He wore a red flannel shirt with a white tee-shirt, jeans and a pair of blue converse shoes. "Fusions." He scoffs in his deep voice, strolling on over down the road. He stood tall and broad shouldered, marching on into Sector V with a new perspective and new face. The gates opened up, Mike walking into the heavily fortified base. Swampfire appeared,"Hey Mike, what are we doing today?" he asked and hovered. Mike pushed his fists in his pockets and shrugged,"Not really sure today, Fire." his eyelids lowered to make him look tired. "Hold on, remember that meeting you need to attend?" Swampfire asked and pointed to the center of the suburban area. "Yeah that's right." Mike returned Swampfire after feeding it a gumball, straightening his shirt and running into the tree house.
There was a big table, many seats by the walls in the wooden room as soldiers and characters met up. Mike joined up with Numbuh One, giving him a high five and greeting. "Are you ready for this, Numbuh 425?" One asked, Mike nodding. "Okay, just two more minutes." 1 went on over and greeted people to this meeting. After those minutes passed, One raised his hands and got everyone's attention. "Attention, everyone!" He coughed,"Welcome to this meeting. We've recently discovered several issues to attend." grabbing his tie and straightening it.
"Mike would you like to notify us?" One looked over at Mike, he popped his neck and coughed. "Okay, recently we've discovered units of fusions moving toward Foster's Home, we need multiple defense squadrons over there. Other news, Blossom has been missing, her last sighting was at the fusion plant. She was last fighting monsters before disappearing into the forest, we need someone to find her if we want an advantage in this war. She knows tactics." Mike showed multiple holograms on from the table, everybody observing and writing down notes. "Our last issue, bigger attacks have occurred at Beach City. I need troops and any help I can get defending it." One soldier stood up and took off his beret,"I'm willing to send my squadron with out." making a serious face. "I can gather up a few more squadrons, but that would be it." He replies. Mike nods,"Okay then, if anyone is willing to do anything else, let Numbuh One know. Dismissed." saluting to everyone and approaching outside.
"I'm Captain Logan, sir." Logan followed next to him. "Logan, I like the name." Mike grinned and looked down at the younger captain. "My soldiers are willing to risk their lives to get the mission done." Logan put his arms behind his back and marched. "We will need three planes for this mission, two for supplies and one for the soldiers." Mike said. "Of course, sir." Logan nodded and raised an eyebrow,"Hey, who put you incharge?" squinting at him. Mike looked down,"Numbuh Two, ask him." grinding his teeth. "Okay sir, i'll get my men ready." Logan ran inside a suburban house as soldiers inside went to get themselves ready. Kids began to push and pull things like wood, food, water and supplies onto two planes. Mike walked up and looked in his main plane he would be in, his very own S.P.A.C.E.C.H.A.S.E.R. Logan and a few soldiers came rushing in, getting the ship ready and cleaned. "How high can this ship go?" Mike asked. "It can go up to earth's atmosphere." The pilot answered and observed his ship.
Finally, 30 minutes went by as the ships got ready. People stood out in the open and wide road and motioned the planes to take off from the garage built into the hill side. The ships began to speed up an go faster, finally taking off as the wind blew the people down. Mike looked through the window and watching Sector V shrink. "How far until we get to Beach City?" He looked back toward the crew. One pilot replied,"Three hours at this speed." Mike sat down in a chair, playing a small board game with another soldier. This boardgame was chess.